Sunil D'pudi

Black - Poem by Sunil D'pudi

DarkIs the humor of weary thornsIn the waves of the desert strech; The spirit of the cactus evaporates, Body left in the monotony of ashen grounds.

Wasted talent of the chameleonOn a moonless night, The color As opaque as the philosophyOf the remotest star.

Abstinence, That holds the reinsOf indulgence; Bitterness, That holds on ransom, The verse of honey drops; Despair, That holds a hope, Breaking into the tides of distant happiness; Black, That holds the suspenseOf animated hues.